Day ‘f Victory, so far was it from us,
As the burning thaws coals of ferrous*
Were versts, darkened, full of soot -
We approached this day as quickly as we could
Day ‘f Victory,
With powder it sties*
Celebration,
With grey the hair incise*
This is joyness,
With tears on the eyes.
Days and night, by the chases of Martaine,
Was no sleep for our Homeland in the den.
Days and nights, we fought the hardest feud -
We approached this day as quickly as we could
Day ‘f Victory,
With powder it sties*
Celebration,
With grey the hair incise*
This is joyness,
With tears on the eyes.
Greetings, Mother, not all returned to you…
Barefooted to run all over dew!
Half of Europe, the war is so crude, -
We approached this day as quickly as we could
• iron
• painted with
• carved in
День Победы - english translation
© Copyright: Гласиас Аэтернум, 2005
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